you’d write something sometime for Our Lady. You could do it. You know you could do it, Mr. Frazer.”
“I don’t know anything about her that I could write. It’s mostly been written already,” Mr. Frazer said. “You wouldn’t like the way I write. She wouldn’t care for it either.”
“You’ll write about her sometime,” Sister said. “I know you will. You must write about Our Lady.”
“You’d better come up and hear the game.”
“It would be too much for me. No, I’ll be in the chapel doing what I can.”
That afternoon they had been playing about five minutes when a probationer came into the room and said, “Sister Cecilia wants to know how the game is going?”
“Tell her they have a touchdown already.”
In a little while the probationer came into the room again.
“Tell her they’re playing them off their feet,” Mr. Frazer said.
A little later he rang the bell for the nurse who was on floor duty. “Would you mind going down to the chapel or sending word down to Sister Cecilia that Notre Dame has them fourteen to nothing at the end of the first quarter and that it’s all right. She can stop praying.”
In a few minutes Sister Cecilia came into the room. She was very excited. “What does fourteen to nothing mean? I don’t know anything about this game. That’s a nice safe lead in baseball. But I don’t know anything about football. It may not mean a thing. I’m going right back down to the chapel and pray until it’s finished.”
“They have them beaten,” Frazer said. “I promise you. Stay and listen with me.”
“No. No. No. No. No. No. No,” she said. “I’m going right down to the chapel to pray.”
Mr. Frazer sent down word whenever Notre Dame scored, and finally, when it had been dark a long time, the final result.
“How’s Sister Cecilia?”
“They’re all at chapel,” she said.
